The war was over.
The oracle has been executed,
I am the only witness,
to see carnage,
upon carnage
on the battlefield.
Living silence,
for dead ears.
Smoke, hung in the air,
the earth moved,
with voracious maggots.
So what has God’s
lot spoiled, for eternity?
A wrathful life paved
with decay?
Have I evoked death for
mankind?
While I was burying the dead,
in the valley,on Mount Olympus,
my offspring are dividing
the spoils.
My men, I shall wander
without rest,
my kingdom is neither,
air, water or soil.
My rule is done.
I have failed as your God,
I have been the foolish one.
By my power,
your lives were spent.
Oh Mother Earth,
take these warriors
into your bosom
They are honourable!
I, accept exile, to repent my sins.
I spade incisions of love
in your skin, to bury them.
“And so it shall be done”,
Gaia said.
You are still my favourite,
among the Titans
even though
your heart, fell putrid.
But, I remember
when I suffered
from your father,
It was my son with the sickle.
who loved me, and gave
me honour.
You knew the oracle,
in face of defeat,
you stayed with your men,
till the end.
Such loyalty, is rare
like acts of compassion.
With Rhea, you were insolent,
But, you kept her as your companion,
when any woman,
would have given your doom.
The fates wove a continuous
thread for you,
because you gave them time.
Your acts went
to mortal depths,
what truth may be divined,
is in the heart,
where love for life is kept.
Your offspring
know these aspects,
and have given you
the Western land,
with their respect.
Knowing too,
there is a problem at hand,
the theatre is set,
as gods and goddesses,
we have set examples
for mortal man,
now men will be against men,
shedding blood without end.
Gaia put her words at rest,
and handed me the cloak,
that transforms flesh,
to skeleton a scythe,
fastened to a staff of oak,
and a job without contest.
My word is nin,
on the 13th card of the tarot,
look upon me,
as change is stability.
Like Uranus,
I am androgynous,
I shall wander for eternity,
as the last god,
every one will see.
How ever
a person’s life should end,
be assured by me,
if any man or woman
has a fear to die alone,
I Cronus,
I will spend the last moments
of life with thee.
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